26 September 2013

She awoke with only one clue about who she was, and that one
clue led her to him…

Abigail Adams had it all, she's a gorgeous supermodel, has a
wealthy fiancé, and a career on the rise. But that quickly changes when she
wakes up in the hospital not remembering anything. The only memories she does
have are not her own, but the ones that lead her to him.

After Abigail discovers that
her fiancé has been cheating on her, she leaves him and runs to the arms of the
one man she is hoping will give her the answers she seeks.

Matt Garcia is used to playing
the field, but then supermodel Abigail Adams unexpectedly shows up at his door
hoping he will be the answer to her past. Will he finally learn to take a break
from his no strings attached lifestyle and show her that she doesn’t need her
past, but the future he is willing to offer her? Will he be able to leave his
past behind?

With every unspoken memory she
regains, will she learn to open her heart to Matt and trust him, or will she
learn to guard it until he finally learns to let go of his past?

I sit there in silence, giving them
time to absorb everything I’ve said.

Trying to distract
myself again from the tension beginning to build up inside, I begin to look
around the room. I notice on one of the walls is a wall hanger, with a whole
bunch of medals hanging from them. I walk over to them and start looking at
them. As I'm doing this I get another memory.

This one is of Matt and me. A crowd of
people surrounds us, as a medal is being placed around my neck. I feel ecstatic
as I hug him. I’m looking behind him at the big banner that says "Portland
Marathon" in big green letters. It’s a finish line, and by the year on the
banner it was just last year.

Excited,
I turn to face Matt, this must be where we met. Even though I don’t remember reading
anything on Google that said I was a runner. "We ran the Portland Marathon
together last year, that's where we must have met."

He
gets up and comes over, standing next me and begins concentrating on the medals
with me.

"No,
we didn't," he clips out, keeping his eyes on the medals.

"Yes,
we did, you’re in my memory and we’re crossing the finish line together.” At
least I’m pretty sure we did. “They gave us our medals together and we are
hugging."

Matt
looks back at me with a fierce glare. His chest is beginning to rise and fall,
and he’s shaking his head. His eyes turn glassy like he wants to cry, but he's
fighting to hold it back. “I didn't run it with you,” he insists, staring at me
in disbelief, and irritation laces his voice. “I ran it with my sister. It was
the last race we ran together."

Oh
shit! Then why am I having this vision? It has to mean something, I was pretty
sure it was my memory. It felt so real.

"Are
you sure? I’m pretty sure I’m right. I clearly see the memory. It was only last
year, and I'm pretty sure I was there with you. "Can I be wrong? No, I
wasn’t asleep when I got this one, so I know it has to be an actual memory.
"What about my dream of running with you in the park, that has to be real,
right? There's a trail in the background."

This
makes Matt angry and he walks away. "Now you’re fucking with me. Who's
been feeding you her info?"

"What
are you talking about, nobody is feeding me info. I told you these are the
things that I remember. The only
things I remember. Besides you, and who is this she you keep referring to?"

Matt
shakes his head and runs his hands through his hair. The other guy starts
drinking from his beer again. He looks like he wants to put his two cents into
the conversation, but he decides to stay quiet. He's trying to absorb
everything, and so am I.

"Look,
there is no way you would have those memories unless somebody told you about
them.”

He
goes quiet but then his eyes light up, like he’s just realized something. I’m
soon disappointed when he says, “I get it. She must have done some designer
shit for you. That’s when she must have mentioned that she ran the marathon. She
talked about running to anybody who would listen."

I
shake my head in disagreement, wanting him to believe me.

Matt
starts pacing the small space in the living room in front of the patio door. What
is he talking about, and who would design something for me? I start biting my
thumbnail and pacing the room next to him, but in the opposite direction,
causing us to pass by each other. That's when the other guy stands up from the
couch.

"Dude,
you guys need to stop that walking shit, you’re making me trip."

I’m
irritated again as I look over at him and snap, "Oh, shut it Trey, I'm
trying to figure this out!"

He
drops his beer and it lands on the floor with a loud thump. Matt’s body spins
around fast, facing me, and he covers his mouth with a fist.

"Holy
shit, she even sounded like her when she said that!"

I’m from a small town in Southern California. I currently
live in Washington with my wonderful husband, two amazing kids and a senior
citizen kitty. I started writing one day with no goal in mind. I just had an
idea that would not get out of my head so I opened a notebook and wrote it
down; that idea turned into another, turned into another and next thing I knew
I had a book. When I am not writing you can find me reading. I LOVE to read,
show me an author who doesn’t. You might catch me sneaking off for a run
listening to whatever music happens to be playing or curled up on the couch
watching Bones, when I am not trying to keep track of my husband or my kids.
Some might say I live a crazy life, but I wouldn’t change a thing about it.